When We Are Young: King Krule @ A38

It is exceptionally rare by Budapest standards that a concert sells out on the first day when the tickets are available- I for one can’t remember any, though of course some popular dinosaurs might have done that, since there seems to be unrelenting interest in them, but I try to refrain from any such endeavours…

The Wedding Singer: Omar Souleyman @ Dürer Kert

The blog’s industrious co-photographer made it as clear as the light of day that the last and only time he saw Omar Souleyman, at the Electronic Beats festival, was one time too many for him and he’s seen and heard this all at village weddings and wants none of it. And in many ways he…

Unusual Ways- Tricky @ A38

I spare a thought for whoever might have been in the possession of a ticket to Tricky’s sold out A38 gig and happened to be, let’s say skiing in a very remote village in the Alps or holed up in a tropical yoga retreat for the past couple of days or so without a functional…

Fickle Snow- A Morning in Városliget

Not only does snow have a smell, but it also has a very particular way of filtering light as it sneaks into the apartment on winter mornings. In all honestly, calling it light might be an overstatement, it is more a state of darkness that is incomplete, an undecided darkness, a confused darkness, a darkness…

January Fog along the Danube

  Yesterday, while strolling by the Danube, and seeing, in a first phase frankly nothing, and then an odd shape here and there, it dawned on me that I haven’t written a weather complaint based piece for a long time, and since I consider myself pretty good at this exercise, such failings must be promptly corrected,…

Best of 2017 Budapest

The third year  must surely signal a tradition, so here are some new additions to the ever growing list of particularly nice Budapest things. (For the previous editions see here: Best of 2015 and Best of 2016.) -I am prone to moaning that it never snows in the city, although in all honesty I dislike both snow and…

Of Noise and Pizza- Soviet Soviet @ Dürer Kert

Despite being exposed to Italian music basically from infancy, I have always remained fundamentally immune to it, like a glass window on which even the sweetest peninsular ice cream trickles down leaving at best an unwelcome smudge. There is something in the soaring sentimentality of a classical Italian tune that bothers me, making me moderately…

Strange Pleasures: The Horrors @ Dürer Kert

It again crossed my mind to attempt an almost objective review, like it did with Interpol a few years back but then I dutifully gave up. There’s just no point in that- The Horrors have been one of my favourite bands, like, ever (insert teenage giggles and batting of eyelashes here) so I cannot be…